Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Germany and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Motorama to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Visage. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Cybotron,
Kayak,
Pole,
The Fuzztones,
The Moleskins,
Lower 48,
John Foxx,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erykah Badu,
AZ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harmonia,
The Gories,
Youth Brigade,
Bauhaus,
The Misunderstood,
Eurythmics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slackers,
R.M.O.,
Kurtis Blow,
Joyce Sims,
Dave Gahan,
Index,
Tom Boy,
Ultra Naté,
Sister Nancy,
Barrington Levy,
The Fortunes,
Supertramp,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris Corsano,
Hashim,
The Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Newcleus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rotary Connection,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Womack,
Duran Duran,
Banda Bassotti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
the Germs,
The Velvet Underground,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sugar Minott,
Von Mondo,
Marmalade,
Warren Ellis,
Joy Division,
Siglo XX,
The American Breed,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.